I still remember dodgeball in high school with the little mini-sized dodge balls. Our gym coach would over-inflate them on purpose, so they had no give to them at all. Combine that with having most of the Varsity Pitchers on the other team, and you learned to move faster than a speeding ninja.

My daycare used to make us run from one side of the room to the other. While they stood on the sides and threw heavy frisbees at each other. We had to dodge the frisbees. I was a little kid, so they always hit my head. I hated that damn "game".

Peepeye:My daycare used to make us run from one side of the room to the other. While they stood on the sides and threw heavy frisbees at each other. We had to dodge the frisbees. I was a little kid, so they always hit my head. I hated that damn "game".

Grand_Moff_Joseph:Peepeye: My daycare used to make us run from one side of the room to the other. While they stood on the sides and threw heavy frisbees at each other. We had to dodge the frisbees. I was a little kid, so they always hit my head. I hated that damn "game".

0_o???

How in the heck did anyone think that would be a good idea??

Beats me. I think that was just their way of getting back at us under the guise of a "friendly game of dodge frisbee".

Peepeye:My daycare used to make us run from one side of the room to the other. While they stood on the sides and threw heavy frisbees at each other. We had to dodge the frisbees. I was a little kid, so they always hit my head. I hated that damn "game".

Luxury.

When I was a boy there was ten of us was tended to by a St. Bernard with rabies. That dog would make us crawl over broken glass in a circle in a large open unenclosed space cause we couldn't afford walls, while the older kids threw rusty razor blades at us. And you try and tell the young people of today that and they won't believe you.

I don't get it, not that I approve of bullying in any way, but if you manage to completely eradicate it from schools, how are kids going to learn how to deal with it outside of school? Guess what, it happens, some day you're going to have a neighbor who's a jerk, or a co worker that ticks you off, or in laws who try to push you around, and if you don't learn how to handle these problems early on, won't that just turn people stabby as adults?

kronicfeld:Peepeye: My daycare used to make us run from one side of the room to the other. While they stood on the sides and threw heavy frisbees at each other. We had to dodge the frisbees. I was a little kid, so they always hit my head. I hated that damn "game".

Luxury. When I was a boy there was ten of us was tended to by a St. Bernard with rabies. That dog would make us crawl over broken glass in a circle in a large open unenclosed space cause we couldn't afford walls, while the older kids threw rusty razor blades at us. And you try and tell the young people of today that and they won't believe you.

Peepeye:kronicfeld: Peepeye: My daycare used to make us run from one side of the room to the other. While they stood on the sides and threw heavy frisbees at each other. We had to dodge the frisbees. I was a little kid, so they always hit my head. I hated that damn "game".

Luxury. When I was a boy there was ten of us was tended to by a St. Bernard with rabies. That dog would make us crawl over broken glass in a circle in a large open unenclosed space cause we couldn't afford walls, while the older kids threw rusty razor blades at us. And you try and tell the young people of today that and they won't believe you.

Nerf balls? In gym we at least used those red rubber balls. Our playground versions was also a little different than the gym one. You would draw to see who were the throwers and the rest would stand in front of the brick wall and have to dodge or catch. If you caught the ball then you were a thrower and the thrower would take your place on the wall. If you got hit on the wall then your were out. Last person standing won. We also used whatever we had handy even softballs from time to time. And man it sucked getting dotted with a softball. And as the fat, slow, clumsy kid I got dotted a lot. But man was catching one was the greatest thing in the world. Especially if it was from the cool kid. Even better was knocking them out of the game. I loved dodge ball even though i sucked.

"We can't just protect and shelter these kids. We need to teach them some of the bumpy parts of life," said Ken Eyring, the parent of a Windham Middle School seventh-grader. "I think the School Board has a lot of other issues that they need to be focused on right now."

Some people are capable of doing more than one thing at a time. This argument always annoys me.

Hell yes, it's a form of bullying. I remember the brawniest, tobacco-chewing kid in PE throwing a ball at the scrawniest kid in that class. He was hit in the nutz with such force he was monkey flipped through the air, landing on his back. The coach, a sadist, roared with laughter and told him to "Go walk it off".Fark dodgeball.

Dodgeball does provide some important life lessons about building a social group. Specifically if you fail to do so, you end up eating half a bin of those red balls as the jocks collaborate to pick you off. Such a thing may occur later in life, although it comes in the form of being the low guy on the totem pole and having a miserable job/being the first laid off, as opposed to just being red balls.

At the very least, have some pride and at least try to nail someone before half a dozen balls take you out. That at least makes there be some chance you'll get a bit of respect for trying as opposed to being the wimpy kid that wets his pants and whimpers.

The rule at my school was if they aimed at your head, but you could catch it, they were fair game. Since everyone did that, I got better at catching the ball and hitting them back. People learned very quickly not to aim for me at all, because there was no such rule about hitting someone in the junk.

I loved dodgeball day in school. It was the only opportunity I had to give bruises to the assholes without getting suspended for it. Also, as it turns out you can remove a tooth with a dodge ball. Or was that a softball I found under the bleacher? Who knows. It was a long time ago, and officially no one saw anything.

I remember the scrawny immigrant kid who would just stand there with his arms folded while about a dozen rocket-propelled red kickballs would pelt him from head to toe. He absolutely refused to participate.

Gym teacher would not let him "sit out", even after he got hit. He wanted him to at least try.

superdude72:Oh and it's a myth that fat kids suck at dodge ball. The mean kids throw it straight at their belly, and they catch it. Easily. Their fat is like armor.

The annoying ones were the girls that would try to snipe you, but if you took them out, they'd scream at you for "hitting a girl". I was glad when co-ed gym went away and I could indulge in my violent instincts with just the boys.

I used to love dodgeball. I sucked at throwing, but I was an expert dodger and sometimes the last man standing. I think it came from dodging my little brother's tickle attacks, which was his only weapon at that time against the five year older me. This also made me a good goalie in floorball, since I was used to fend off repidly incoming objects in the form of index fingers.

Kahabut:I loved dodgeball day in school. It was the only opportunity I had to give bruises to the assholes without getting suspended for it. Also, as it turns out you can remove a tooth with a dodge ball. Or was that a softball I found under the bleacher? Who knows. It was a long time ago, and officially no one saw anything.

Yeah, in my gym class the football players, which includes me, formed a group for dodgeball. I remember checking my throws when I saw kids lining up to peg the QB, because frankly he was a giant prick and it was hilarious the time two balls got him the back of his head.

/I went after the kids who tried to skulk further back behind the kids who actually tried

kronicfeld:Peepeye: My daycare used to make us run from one side of the room to the other. While they stood on the sides and threw heavy frisbees at each other. We had to dodge the frisbees. I was a little kid, so they always hit my head. I hated that damn "game".

Luxury. When I was a boy there was ten of us was tended to by a St. Bernard with rabies. That dog would make us crawl over broken glass in a circle in a large open unenclosed space cause we couldn't afford walls, while the older kids threw rusty razor blades at us. And you try and tell the young people of today that and they won't believe you.

You had razor blades? You were lucky. When I was a lad we had to get up three hours before we went to bed, use old tin can lids to dig up bits of coal to eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and then trudge off to school, which was ten miles in the snow, uphill both ways, collecting bits of roadkill to play with at recess. Dodge roadkill, that's what we called it. And we were lucky to have it.

My rollerderby team plays dodgeball with air balls. It's a fun way to learn agility on skates. The kids in the article use Nerf balls instead of rubber balls like we used in school. I just can't see those hurting very bad.

antidumbass:Hell yes, it's a form of bullying. I remember the brawniest, tobacco-chewing kid in PE throwing a ball at the scrawniest kid in that class. He was hit in the nutz with such force he was monkey flipped through the air, landing on his back. The coach, a sadist, roared with laughter and told him to "Go walk it off".Fark dodgeball.

spman:I don't get it, not that I approve of bullying in any way, but if you manage to completely eradicate it from schools, how are kids going to learn how to deal with it outside of school? Guess what, it happens, some day you're going to have a neighbor who's a jerk, or a co worker that ticks you off, or in laws who try to push you around, and if you don't learn how to handle these problems early on, won't that just turn people stabby as adults?

You are trapped in school and if you defend yourself you are punished. As an adult you have legal ways to defend yourself that children don't have. You can take a bad neighbor to court, report them for code violations, file a barking dog report and go to court over that. I'm doing all those things with my loud, dirty, white trash neighbor. You can turn your back on in laws and ignore them. You can talk to a co worker or talk to your boss without being punched in the head repeatedly....usually. Come on, you know that kids aren't allowed to defend themselves like adults are. Kids can't walk away and choose to have a different environment to be in all day, every day. You can.